A final thought, in magnetic poetry:
… I started to chronicle my life at this site. The entry was called New Beginnings. I’m not sure it was a new beginning. It was more like a fresh paragraph in an ongoing story. It’s taken me the better part of a year to realize that though. I didn’t start over again with a…
I suppose eventually someone around here is going to point out how unprofessional it is to have these hanging in my office.
The Professor surprised me Friday by suggesting we head to the beach (about a two hour drive) for the day on Saturday. This past weekend marked the one year anniversary that we went to the same beach during his first visit. The forecast was for overcast with showers, which is a great time to go…
The serpent bites its own tail, and this hoop snake year comes to an end. A few things that describe my life at present: Frustration: The thing that most summarizes the year for me is that itâs the first full calendar year in my adult life that I have been neither employed nor a full…
I have discovered that I just played my 10,001st game of Snood. I lost, if anybody is curious.
This promises to be another disjointed entry. Lots to say, and (if I’m lucky) a half-hour or so to type. Rented and watched “The Green Mile” over the weekend. I tend to be very leery of Stephen King movies (I liked his books twenty years ago, but you can only get away with ending your…
Perhaps a parable about cats??
🙂
I was once the animal warden of this tiny village. In one month I trapped 90 feral cats living in one colony. I, too, knew it meant doom for those cats and I hated to do it. The flip side was, most of them were showing signs of URI, they were all underweight, and they were making a terrible mess of the neighborhood. I looked at the risk to "owned" cats in the neighborhood (there are no leash laws for cats in this county), the fact that these cats were using peoples gardens for their litterboxes and decided it was the absolute best thing I could do. I still felt horrible about it. *sigh*. I am sure that colony originated from someone who didn’t have their cat spayed. Makes you want to hurt people, doesn’t it?
I had to look up the word feral… It’s much easier for everyone else to resist the darling kitty…when they know, as we knew, you’d take care of it.
Good luck finding her a home!
~QE
I look forward to the fable – if you don’t put it into your diary, pls let me know where I may be able to read it.
Thank you for your comments.
The supposed NO quotes to were lame. And I wonder if Goethe’s has been translated poorly?
Darling wee Dekyi. Beautiful poem *smile*
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Shame on Sharon for dumping you like that!
I’m smiling wide and I’m keeping my lips sealed because the "I knew it" is trying to find a way out. Seriously though, I didn’t know it, I was worried. Hoped that you might keep her or keep her until you find her a new home, but wasn’t sure because you never mentioned the possibility. Good for dear little Dekyi.
i run into my building so that i don’t hear it if one of the 2 dogs roaming the streets by itself every evening gets hit by a car. the street in front of my apartment building is non-stop traffic. people will never learn that:
1. you always supervise your pet(s) when they are outdoors
2. use a lead when walking your dog, keeps them alive longer.
i’m still holding out hope someone here will take the kitten.